You can surround yourself with excuses for security
But you will never be satisfied with the mindless adolescence
Haven't you realized what's in front of you yet?
I would think your eyes are open enough from your sleepless nights
Maybe I'm just an outline, waiting to be filled with your desire
Or maybe the painting is finished, and I've yet to see the canvas
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